There's a saying that pops up on military bases
-- "I'm getting short." It has nothing to do with osteoporosis or a lack of
calcium causing a shrinkage as your bones lose the ability to hold up the rest
of you at the height to which you were accustomed. It has to do with the length
of time left in an assignment.
5
months down, 1 to go. It's impossible to predict anything exact this far out
(or any length of time into the future, really), but it's quite possible that I
will be on an airplane exactly one month from now.
How do I feel about it? Well, duh,
how would you feel? I'm ready to get out of here. Unfortunately, the
assignment I'd previously mentioned in Louisiana is probably not going to
happen. I got an email offering me an assignment in Korea, at a base that, as
far as I can tell, is at the furthest tip of the DMZ. Let's see. I tell them I
need an assignment in the states, and they offer me Korea. Grrrr. I've said
no; we'll see what happens from here. To be fair, they've never promised to put
me wherever I want. I'm more of the opinion that I deserve an assignment in the
States after being deployed for two
years.
Plenty of time for all that to
work itself out, though; I won't be reporting to a new assignment until June.
I'm sure it will all work out. One way or the other, everything will work out
just fine.